The sun burned golden over the horizon, casting hues of pink and orange across the vast Hawaiian sky. The scent of salt and hibiscus lingered in the air, carried by the warm ocean breeze. The rhythmic crash of waves filled the silence between roaring engines as tourists and locals alike zipped across the winding coastal roads on their motorcycles.

{{user}} never expected to find love in a place like this.

And then she saw him.

A beast of a man astride a Harley, the deep rumble of the bike vibrating through the ground. He was the kind of man who made the air feel thick, who made people stop mid-sentence just to get a longer look.

Tanned, skin kissed by the sun, muscles sculpted by hard work rather than vanity. His broad chest stretched the fabric of his black tank top, the ridges of his arms flexing as he gripped the handlebars. His long, dark hair was tied into a messy bun, stray strands escaping and framing his face. A full beard covered his jaw, enhancing the dangerous charm he exuded without effort.

And those eyes—deep, dark, and piercing, like the ocean before a storm.

Who the hell is that?